User blog comment:Brigadier Barty/Mossflower Country & Beyond/@comment-3474228-20140724221042/@comment-2246928-20140725070255

As the searat from earlier provided more water for the parched Jagfang, the rat gleefully told the weasel all he knew between mouthfulls of the cold, life-giving liquid. "One group said they was disappearin' inter de shadders, weren't more specific 'n that...But I think I remembers a few names...Chief was called Skipper, Sterling, or Fir'ound, or a combination o' th' three. Then there was an otter named Starmort that was wid 'im-Tough, silent type 'e was, but there was also a young 'un wid 'em. Then there were a big ottermaid, name started wid a Z..." He swallowed some of the water, wiping his mouth with the back of a paw. "Zannah. She, a big burly type named Reamjaw, an' a liddle 'un named Verrin slipped int' th' marketplace. An', finally..." He chuckled wickedly "Yore gonna love this...There's one named Reis, a lean otter named Kai, an' one named...Blast...Andro, or Undro...Ondroh. Haharr, thaz it! An' those three got dressed up as us, same as Zannah, Reamjaw an' Verrin, an' they decided t' 'ole up..." He leaned even closer, his voice dropping dramatically as the rat chuckled. "Th' liddle out'ouse, right outside th' place where th' slaves are. They wants t' set 'em free."